All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great works of art.

We have such numerous interests in our lives that it is not uncommon, on a single occasion, for the foundations of a happiness that does not yet exist to be laid down alongside the intensification of a grief from which we are still suffering.

We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.

We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill in the gap.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

In times like ours, where the growing complexity of life leaves us barely the time to read the newspapers, where the map of Europehas endured profound rearrangements and is perhaps on the brink of enduring yet others, where so many threatening and new problems appear everywhere, you will admit it may be demanded of a writer that he be more than a fine wit who makes us forget in idle and byzantine discussions on the merits of pure form.